Remember

Then, as the sun had risen, I stopped.

With the smile of a long friend awaiting,

Making this morning a lasting breathe,

Feeling the wind while eating.

Also, a call, reminding me who I am,

May seem small but that hope last the whole day.

Questioning how dark times blur the vision,

As something lost in the horizon,

How a tiny act of remembrance can change the view.

Thankful for that talk, 

For the hug that's to come,

For the friends coming after being long gone,

And everything in between.